Late last week the Fam and I made a quick trip to the central part of the state to visit Mum's sister, Bob. The reason behind the trip was to help Bob with a few items on her early retirement "to do" list, and since it meant cross a mountain pass with questionable weather - we opted to spend the night there before making the trip home again.
Along the way, we saw plenty of ice and snow, though not as much as we thought we would. With all the hub-bub we had been hearing during the week leading up to the planned trip (including a lot of winter weather advisories), we expected a lot more than what we experienced.
I admit, winter doesn't seem like winter without white on the evergreen trees and a little slush on the roadways. That said, it is still technically autumn, so I'm okay if there is no white on the evergreen trees and slush on the roadways - especially since I'm driving on them.
However, we made it safe and sound to our destination and were greeted by the happy barks of this lovely lady... Missy. The whole Fam adores this fabulous pooch, and I admit that on several occasions we've plotted her sudden disappearance and re-appearance at our place. But whenever we come for a visit, we make sure to give her plenty of attention before we leave. That, and have quiet conversations with her about how much better it would be to live with us. However, she usually responds by tilting her head and goobs us with her tongue.
Bob lives in a house that looks like a cabin (complete with real timber walls), so her house looks especially festive when done up for the holidays. The hundreds of ceramic, stuffed, and painted snowfolks and Santas help as well. If anyone doubts what time of the year it is... They won't after stepping into Bob's house.
Since we were going to spend quite a bit of time at Bob's place, Mum decided she would cook dinner. On the menu was Greek chicken, Italian potatoes, dinner rolls, and green beans. Cherry Gallettes were for dessert. Loved it! That would be Mum (with the hat on) and Bob in Bob's 1950s kitchen.
When I say 1950s, I mean 1950s. Bob hates it. Mum hates cooking in it. I think Bob has plans to gut it. I would too, if that was my kitchen. Though, it does have a certain ketchy cabin appeal.
Here's a little peek at the Italian potatoes. They were fabulous!
After we gorged ourselves, we chatted a bit, tackled Bob's "to do" list, and made potential plans for a spring break photo shoot and summer road trip before the Fam and I headed back to our hotel room for the night. The next morning we headed back home, which was when we experienced big winds and bigger snowflakes. Sorry I have no photographs of that, but I couldn't peel my fingers off the steering wheel long enough to turn on my camera.
Happy Tuesday!